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Jon
forced
himself
to
smile
back
.
"
It
was
always
my
color
.
How
long
do
you
think
it
will
be
?
"
"
Soon
enough
,
"
Robb
promised
.
He
pulled
Jon
to
him
and
embraced
him
fiercely
.
"
Farewell
,
Snow
.
"
Jon
hugged
him
back
.
"
And
you
,
Stark
.
Take
care
of
Bran
.
"
"
I
will
.
"
They
broke
apart
and
looked
at
each
other
awkwardly
.
"
Uncle
Benjen
said
to
send
you
to
the
stables
if
I
saw
you
,
"
Robb
finally
said
.
"
I
have
one
more
farewell
to
make
,
"
Jon
told
him
.
"
Then
I
have
n't
seen
you
,
"
Robb
replied
.
Jon
left
him
standing
there
in
the
snow
,
surrounded
by
wagons
and
wolves
and
horses
.
It
was
a
short
walk
to
the
armory
.
He
picked
up
his
package
and
took
the
covered
bridge
across
to
the
Keep
.
Arya
was
in
her
room
,
packing
a
polished
ironwood
chest
that
was
bigger
than
she
was
.
Nymeria
was
helping
.
Arya
would
only
have
to
point
,
and
the
wolf
would
bound
across
the
room
,
snatch
up
some
wisp
of
silk
in
her
jaws
,
and
fetch
it
back
.
But
when
she
smelled
Ghost
,
she
sat
down
on
her
haunches
and
yelped
at
them
.
Arya
glanced
behind
her
,
saw
Jon
,
and
jumped
to
her
feet
.
She
threw
her
skinny
arms
tight
around
his
neck
.
"
I
was
afraid
you
were
gone
,
"
she
said
,
her
breath
catching
in
her
throat
.
"
They
would
n't
let
me
out
to
say
good-bye
.
"
"
What
did
you
do
now
?
"
Jon
was
amused
.
